Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.